Thursday August 12th 12:20AM

Y/N had arrived at the foreboding island prison just before midnight. It was a drab, dark, sinister looking towering complex that only got worse once you entered.

Y/N felt an immediate sense of terror and dread wash over him momentarily before he grunted and mentally reinforced his Occlumency shields. He pushed back against the fear that had grown even on Tonks and Kingsley's faces. Y/N knew its source immediately...

Dementors.

Y/N was surprised to see human guards worked here as well, and he was grabbed, his hands still magically bound in front of him, and roughly shoved into a darkened room by a particularly perverted looking guard. The last thing he saw before the door was closed tight behind him was his cousin's terrified face, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Y/N was pushed and shoved through an office complex into a long hallway. As he was shoved and prodded the two guards laughed to each other, making various remarks about Y/N being a pretty boy, fresh meat, wouldn't last a day before he was someone's bitch.

Y/N smirked to himself, not saying a word. These motherfuckers had no idea what was about to be unleashed upon them.

—~—

It took an hour for Y/N to be processed. He was stripped naked, sprayed with a dozen freezing aquamenti spells at once while being mocked about his noticeable features, not just the large scar across his chest, but his newest additions to his body.

He was given a tiny scrap of cloth to dry off with, and had blood stained overalls thrown at him. He arrived at his cold cell, little more than a soiled mattress on the floor, shivering as he pulled up one of his trouser legs to the knee and sat, leaning against the wall in his darkened room, only illuminated by moonlight.

"You the kid?" He heard through a small hole, barely the size of a quill, in the wall next to where he sat.

"What if I am?" Y/N snarled.

"I knew your old man. He tried to help me out of a tight spot. Did his best by me. He was a good man. You need anything, you let me know."

"What's your name?" Y/N whispered, hearing back:

"Jackson. Jackson Selwyn."

—~—

It was lunchtime and Y/N walked along the line up at the front of the mess hall. Prisoners working kitchen detail slopped what passed as food on their trays as the line of inmates slowly moved along.

Y/N looked forward. He could feel the glare of every inmate on him, the attacks of the Dementors in the room on his Occlumency shields as they hovered high above the prisoners in the corner of the room's high ceiling. The few wizarding guards who did work in this hellhole couldn't care less what the animalistic inmates did to each other.

Fun times.

Y/N was pulled from his thoughts by the large idiot next to him. Y/N had grown over summer, and was definitely no shorty at 6'2", but the loudmouth idiot to his left must have been at least 6'6". He had a build much larger than even Y/N's. Y/N knew he would have to take the idiot down quickly.

He didn't react as the larger man began speaking:

"Hey Y/N" he said in a cheerful voice. "You're pretty famous huh? heh heh heh. Your whole family is!"

Y/N looked into his mind, saw what he was planning. Idiot.

"You know what? I'm pretty famous too!"

Y/N looked at the kitchen utensils in front of him that were being used by the kitchen detail. One item in particular looked useful, he just had to break through the glass that was separating him from his piece.

"I'm pretty famous too" the moron continued, looking around at other inmates for reassurement, nodded after he got nods of approval and continued: "ain't that right? Yeah that's right"

The other inmates chuckled and agreed, watching the event play out slowly.

The loudmouth turned to fully face Y/N, his jovial voice turning serious as he quietly lowered a shiv down his sleeve.

"Maybe I can give you an autograph?" he smirked. "What you say big boy?"

There was a tense momentary stand off as the hall fell silent before...

Thccck

The prisoner moved to stab Y/N, trying to gain some rep, taking down a member of the L/N family.

Y/N though was too quick, blocking the thrust with his steel prison tray, before smashing it into the idiots nose, breaking it immediately.

The loudmouth groaned in pain as Y/N wasted no time smashing the glass to his right with his elbow, behind which the food was cooked, reaching in for a tray of hot oil, and pouring it over the face of his attacker.

The man screamed ungodly screams, agonising screams, as he fell to the ground, skin burning and blistering off, eyes burnt beyond the ability to see, before his screams stopped and a horrible stench emanated from him.

The other prisoners backed off in fear and shock at the boy's actions. They all thought that Y/N would be easy pickings, somebodies new bottom bitch. They were wrong.

The inmates fell to their knees as the Dementors swooped down, one grabbing Y/N by the shirt before dragging him towards his cell. Y/N could be heard screaming at the inmates as he was dragged away.

"None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you.... YOU'RE LOCKED IN HERE WITH ME!"

Day one.